"I do not know how to turn these feelings into the words I need to make
people see the beauty we are about to lose. So I watch the sun set, and
rise, and set again. Each time more beautiful than the last. Numb to
the yelling that rages. A violent house that I cannot escape. It is my
Earth, but I have no choice to share it with the ones who do not care.
I have no choice but to keep trying."